Crossing The Line. - Becky Lynch x Seth Rollins.

Chapter One.

Faint buzzing of a phone echoes through the large and commodious room. Seth Rollins shuffles in his bed, his groan being muffled by the pillow. He stretches his right arm reaching for his phone on the bedside table. After successfully locating the item, he slowly blinks his eyes open. Adjusting to the bright daylight, he finally reads.

Father, calling. It displays on the screen.

He sighs in deep annoyance not wanting his sleep to be disturbed. A topless body shuffles next to him, stretching their arms. "Good morning." The person—a woman, says while yawning. "What time is it? It's so early." She whines.

Seth rejects the call, "Too early for a phone call." he says and turns to face the woman next to him. He slides his hands to her chest up to her neck and jaw as the latter leans into his touch, "But never too early for a—"

A knock on the door interrupts with a timid voice following, "Sir? Mr. Rollins?"

Seth huffs and rolls his eyes. He retracts his hand and sits up then shouts, "Yes, what is it? I may live in a hotel but I never ordered a bloody wakeup call!"

"Good morning, sir! Sorry to disturb you so early but we just wanted to confirm the carpet cleaning schedule today? You instructed us to inform you about their appointment since you said they disturbed you last time—"

The voice from the door was much louder now and spoke with such thick British accent.

" You are disturbing me this time, Saraya!" He sighs. "Just, ok! Do whatever."

- - - 

"PT is the best test for liver dysfunction."

Becky Lynch keeps repeating at the empty pizza diner. She was already dressed for her next shift but she still had a few minutes to spare. She had earphones on, listening to an audio test reviewer. Hands both gripping her own hair, and eyes closed as her elbows rested on a table with an open textbook in attempt to concentrate.

"Rebecca, honey. Why don't you rest a bit?" Charlotte calls from the counter. She came from the kitchen and had just finished preparing, so she was also now waiting for opening time. Becky doesn't hear. She keeps muttering phrases and was now slowly pounding her fists on her forehead for every syllable as if she's pushing the information through there.

Charlotte approaches Becky and puts her hand on her shoulder. Becky looks up at her and removes the earphones. She sits across Becky's table and repeats herself. "You really should rest." She gives her this concerned but scolding look on her face, one only a mother could give. "When was the last time you even slept properly?"

Becky laughs bitterly. "Uh, I don't actually remember anymore."

Charlotte's face drops to a disappointed one, "That was rhetorical."

Becky folds her lips. "Don't worry, I will get my sleep once I pass the exam and slap my license to my parent's condescending faces." She starts keeping her notes.

"Yes, Becky. But I haven't seen you genuinely have fun in..." She stops to count the years. "Since you graduated."

Becky rolls her eyes. "Oh please, I can't afford to have fun. Or anything actually, let's be real."

"Are you guilt-tripping me to increase your salary?" Charlotte crosses her arms.

Becky laughs. "Did it work?"

"Hasn't worked in the entire time you've been here." She shakes her head, smirking.

"Can I at least get benefits from my boss as the best friend?"